Like a bird returning to its nest, Zhang Chunfang stood alone quietly in front of the luxurious villa, arms outstretched.
She gazed ahead with anticipation, her mind filled with imagined scenes.
Shen Leehom, his face full of excitement, strode hurriedly toward him.
However, reality cruelly shattered her beautiful illusions.
Time ticked by, but the heart-pounding scene never materialized.
On the contrary, the entire villa was surrounded by an unusually desolate atmosphere, as if it had been forgotten by the world and there was not even a trace of human presence.
The scene before her eyes filled Zhang Chunfang with doubt: "What's going on? Where have all the servants gone?"
She frowned slightly, her gaze slowly sweeping over the villa that should have been bustling with activity.
At this moment, it appeared so quiet and empty, like a ghost town that had been sleeping for a long time. The tightly closed gate, the empty courtyard, and the motionless windows all gradually intensified Zhang Chunfang's unease, like a dark cloud slowly enveloping her heart.
Could it be that Leehom knows what I've been doing these past two days?
Zhang Chunfang pondered this to herself, but then shook her head, dismissing the idea. "No, absolutely impossible!"
She murmured to herself.
It must have been because of his longing and worry for her, and his unbearable heartache, that he drove all the staff out of the villa and immersed himself in endless emo emotions alone.
Perhaps right now, he's hiding in some room, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and indulging in a drunken stupor.
The thought of Shen Leehom's dejected and颓废 appearance made Zhang Chunfang's heart ache as if it were being pricked by needles, and her chest was filled with tenderness.
Thinking back to when I left a few days ago, I didn't tell him where I was going or when I would be back, which must have made him uneasy.
Right now, all she can think about is how to comfort the big boy who belongs only to her.
In fact, Zhang Chunfang's guess was not wrong. Shen Lihong did look a little listless at the moment, but it had nothing to do with her.
This is mainly because Zhang Chunfang has been staying with Lin Yaodong for the past two days, living a life as secluded and purposeful as a female college student kept by a sugar daddy.
These past few days, I've been completely oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on the white chicken. I'm utterly unaware of the various changes that have occurred in the Shen family these past two days, or of Shen Lanxin's situation.
So she felt that Shen Lihong must be very sad because she hadn't come home yet, which made her slightly red eyes start to moisten, as if tears would burst out at any moment.
"Leehom! Leehom~"
Zhang Chunfang called out anxiously, her voice echoing in the empty villa.
She walked briskly, shuttling between rooms, carefully searching for Shen Leehom's figure.
However, this once joyful and luxurious villa is now filled with an unsettling sense of desolation.
The paintings on the wall looked somewhat dull, and the luxurious furniture had lost its former luster, covered with a thin layer of dust.
The entire space exudes an atmosphere of decay and desolation, making one wonder if the Shen family is about to face a major upheaval, or even decline and bankruptcy.
Finally, with heavy and slightly trembling steps, she slowly arrived at the door of Shen Leehom's bedroom.
At that moment, she felt as if she were on the edge of a strange and unsettling world.
However, as she approached the closed door, a faint sense of human presence wafted towards her.
This should have brought her some comfort, but for some reason, the atmosphere seemed a bit strange.
"..."
Suddenly, a deep male voice came from inside the house, followed by a gasp: "Ah~"
Ouch!
Then came another sentence: "Oh no, please!"
These intermittent shouts mingled together, like a chaotic symphony playing in her ears.
Every note struck her fragile heart hard, instantly chilling her to the bone.
Because this all-too-familiar voice used to only be heard under the whip she wielded.
But now, who exactly can make him make such a satisfying sound?
What is that person doing with him in the same room right now?
Countless questions with obvious answers flooded her mind like a tide, disrupting her previously calm thoughts.
Zhang Chunfang's mind became increasingly chaotic, with various guesses and imaginations churning within her.
She unconsciously pressed her ear tightly against the door, trying to catch more of what was happening inside.
Just then, another commotion came from inside the room.
"Hmph, what a weakling!"
"Take this! Take this!"
"hey-hey."
The clear and melodious female voice flashed through Zhang Chunfang's ears like lightning. She immediately recognized the owner of the voice as Shen Jing, Shen Lihong's adopted daughter.
"I knew it! I knew it!"
Zhang Chunfang murmured to herself, tears blurring her vision uncontrollably.
She never imagined that the man who had once cherished her and made such promises would be entangled with other women behind her back.
And this person was his nominal adopted daughter!
Anger, disappointment, despair and other emotions surged up all at once, almost threatening to completely engulf her.
Zhang Chunfang's once somewhat charming face instantly twisted into a ferocious expression. She clenched her teeth, her cheeks bulging out, and let out a low, angry roar.
Immediately afterwards, she raised her right hand and pushed hard against the closed door with all her might.
With a loud bang, the door was violently kicked open, causing the door frame to tremble slightly.
Zhang Chunfang's eyes widened in anger as she strode into the room, shouting, "What are you two doing?!"
However, just as she finished shouting that sentence, she suddenly froze in place as if she had been frozen in place.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the scene unfolding inside the room, her mouth slightly agape, but she could no longer utter a sound.
The two men, Shen Lihong and Shen Jing, who appeared before us looked quite disheveled. Their clothes were not in a messy or disorderly manner, but rather in a careless and unkempt state, as if they hadn't changed their clothes for quite some time.
Looking at their hair, it was a mess, as if it had been battered by a fierce wind, completely losing its original style. Not only that, their faces were also dirty, covered with dust and grime. At first glance, they looked exactly like those so-called "Sanhe Gods" who spent their days wasting their time in internet cafes.
So what are these two busy with right now? They're completely engrossed in playing games!
At this point, after two full days and nights of intense, high-intensity training, Shen Jing has made significant progress in the game.
She can even randomly select various different characters and then easily defeat the boss that Chen Leehom cheated to choose.
Faced with such an outcome, Shen Leehom was naturally unwilling to accept it!
How could he possibly be willing to lose to his sister so easily?
So he launched new challenges against Shen Jing time and time again, trying to save face. Meanwhile, the father and daughter had been up all night, without closing their eyes for a single moment.
Hearing the noise from the doorway, Shen Lihong slightly raised his head.
"...Zhang Chunfang?"
Shen Leehom was lost in his own thoughts when the sudden turn of events caught him off guard.
He was slightly taken aback at first, staring blankly at the figure at the door. After a while, his memory seemed to gradually return, and he finally remembered who the woman in front of him was.
"Leehom, what's wrong with you? Does seeing me make you so depressed and listless?"
Zhang Chunfang said coquettishly, her clear and melodious voice carrying a hint of reproach, yet also revealing a subtle, almost imperceptible, coquettishness.
Upon hearing Zhang Chunfang's words, Shen Lihong subconsciously raised his hand and gently stroked his thick beard.
He has been truly exhausted and worn out these days.
On one hand, he had to maintain a facade of composure in front of the Shen family, adopting a firm stance of opposing his daughter's actions, and trying to appease the restless family members. On the other hand, he also had to secretly allocate a large sum of money, trying every means to help his daughter, Shen Lanxin, and the Lantian Group break free from the Shen family's constraints and control.
At this moment, he was already trapped in a predicament of extreme poverty and exhaustion.
His haggard face, bloodshot eyes, and slightly hunched body gave him an aura of utter despondency.
However, even so, what does all of this have to do with you, Zhang Chunfang?
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